B.Rozay - Trust a Soul

This for them niggas locked down in the system
Tweaking to come home to they fam bc they miss em
That youngin doing wrong bc his father went missing
Toating on the glock he ain't trynna be a victim
Running from the cops bc they ain't trynna listen
Prolly kill that nigga if that nigga go to tripping
Another lost soul asking God for forgiveness
Use to bang w niggas now them niggas acting different
And they gone hang that nigga if they ever catch him slipping
Close range a nigga give him 30 to his temple
Sit it on his mental
Another body drop from a head shot
And another w a mug shot a green dot
I been on my grind trynna get my bag up
Got the big 40 tuck if a nigga act up
Got the big 40 tuck if a nigga act up
I'll never change up fuck the game up
Bitch we ctr and we fucking dangerous
You can hear the pain through the speakers
I was really starving now its feed up
Chase that bag I'm moving fast like a cheetah
Get of your ass and get that bag chase them racks
Get that sack run it up till we on
Smoking on that strong
Man Free my niggas home
I just pray I make it out I'm like a mouse in the trap
In them streets im surrounded by snake niggas and rats
I got to school getting knowledge so don't judge bc I rap
Glock 40 it stutter how my fingers finesse
I go hard
This that motivation for the streets
Just stay up on your feet
All my apes gotta eat
Imma dog with out a leash
And you know Gretna be the stomping ground
For all my rounds yeah you know imma hold it down
I'll never change up
If we get jammed just don't give my name up
The game full of fakes real niggas stand up
The game full of snakes so I can't trust none
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a soul
I'm dying bout my bros
I'm sliding w my woahs
I can't trust a soul
I can't trust a soul
I'm dying bout my bros
I'm sliding w my woahs
Gang

Written by:
Bryant Clayton

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